Édith Piaf - Mon amant de la Coloniale Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

My Colonial lover

he was strong, and so tender
that from our first night
I felt I could not get a grip on myself
and was forever his.
I saw all the women smiling at him,
and I clasped his arm
and I looked at them as if to say
' He is mine, I won't let go of him! '
 
He was a Colonial Infantry guy.
He had there, from the forehead
down to the chin,
a scar barring his face,
black hair, so pale eyes,
his skin burned by the sun.
I never saw a man like
my Colonial lover ever again.
 
Sometimes, when he had the fever,
he talked too much and I was scared.
I put my hand on his lips so as
not to hear the secrets of his heart,
for I felt his soul was filled
with tears and blues.
For a long time I though it was about a woman.
When I realized what it was, it was too late.
 
When I knew who my rival was,
I held him tightly in my arms
so that this bitch of a Colonial Infantry
would leave him alone and not steal him from me.
Though he had said ' I'm staying ',
one day he went away
to this country I hate and of which
he often dreamed at night.
 
He was a Colonial Infantry guy.
He had there, from the forehead
down to the chin,
a scar barring his face,
I won't see ever again his beautiful
pale eyes that are like no others.
He returned to his sun,
my handsome Colonial lover...
 
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